Friday, September 29, 2006

Filthy Lucre

I submitted my two weeks notice today with a lot of relief and a twinge of regret. I am very excited about my new job -- I am in desperate need of a shot in the arm -- but there are a lot of things about, and especially people from, this job that I will miss.

15 minutes ago I almost caved. The head of our division brought me into his office and dangled a 25% raise in front of me if I agreed to stay. My jaw hit the floor. It is so nice to be loved the way a desperate trick craves his whore. And I almost sold my body...emptied my soul to fill my wallet. But I stood strong and realized that the utter hopelessness that plagues my workplace would not be solved by a higher paychek. I am overpaid and overfed as it is. Now I can be happy again too.

About Me

I'm a 32-year-old Average Joe sprawling on the fringes of our nation's capital. This seems to be the best place for me to write my pleonastic pablum and use words like "insouciant" (and "pleonastic" and "pablum"). If the mundane details of my social life bore you than think how I must feel. I have to live this shit everyday.